Wednesday, December 15, 2010

Snow Day! YAY!

Hey Diary,
What a great start to winter break; today was a snow day! YAY! At first, I was kind of bored. There was nothing good to watch on television, no crafts to do, no one to talk to, and no one to go sledding with. Watershed Heights is still as bad now as it was on day one; I am still the youngest person in this gross, old building, and my grammy is still driving me crazy! What’s new?

Today, grammy left me alone in the apartment while she traveled a few towns away to Rise and Shine old people activity center. Grammy went for a bingo game and water aerobics class; see, I told you she is old. Later, there was a gentle knock at the door. My eyes darted around the room and fear dripped through me. I slowly skipped to grab a wooden chair from the sewing room. I quietly scooted the chair to the door in order to peek out of the peep hole. At once, I was face to face with some brown blob, a wart. GROSS! Suddenly the mysterious warty, person spoke; it sounded like a lady. The lady timidly said, “Hi. I will not hurt you. Please open up.” I stupidly unlocked the 3 deadbolt locks and pulled the knob toward me. “Hello,” I said. “Who are you?” “Oh, yes. My name is Ruth Cartes; I live a few doors down.” “Never seen you before.” I spoke as I started to close the door; I was ready for this Ruth to go. I had important stuff to get to, didn’t I? “I know that it must be a snow day for you today, right? I would like to invite you over for the day to make holiday cookies with me. Would you like that?” How could I pass up such an inviting offer? I had nothing to do and despite the wart the lady didn’t look that odd or old which was surprising for Watershed. “I guess I can,” I replied. So, that is how I spent my first snow day in Watershed Heights, baking cookies with Ms. Ruth.

At about dinner time, Ruth’s husband, Jacques, entered the kitchen. At the sight of me, Jacques made an acute 360 and sprinted away. How odd. What was his problem? Did he have a problem with cute, creative, spunky me? After my encounter with Jacques, I figured I should go home to reunite with grammy. I got home just in time to see grammy at the dinner table along with her favorite dish: meatloaf. Typical. I guess some things never change.